Helltaker #azazel Novels & Stories

Frowning, Gadriel walks up to Azazel and mutters, “Azazel, what are you doing here?” Azazel gives the council members a disrespectful scowl and pulls Nevaeh into his embrace. “Not that it’s any of your bloody business, but I’m selling my Hellcat to Alexander. He showed interest in it a couple of weeks ago, and I was in the market, so I brought my lady here to get one last ride before it exchanged hands.” Lukan’s expression sours as he tries to find a way to discredit Azazel’s claim. “Really?” He says in a disbelieving tone.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Cain fell back, shielding me behind him, our bodies flush against each other, his eyes never leaving his opponent as the sky overhead became crowded with angels and Nephilim. “Who is it?” I yelled above the din of wings. His eyes cast upward for a brief moment, then they narrowed. “Penemue and the asshole with the horn is Azazel.” “And?” I prodded him, this was not the time to be the strong and silent type. “And….Penemue is a grade A fucker. He is not on our side. Azazel is though, for all the help he is.” I could hear the eyeroll in Cain’s tone.

It’s brutal. We fly on. From the light, three figures emerge. I don’t need introductions. I know who they are. Azazel—Lucifer’s second-in-command, and chief torturer. They’re in a female form today, with a whip in one hand and a tail that moves like a weapon. Ramiel—a fallen Watcher angel, one of the first to defy the Godhead. Banished, bitter, and now one of Lucifer’s most faithful. Dagon—a former god of the Philistines. Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance.

“Have you ever met, Azazel?” She nods her head, “The really hot British guy?” I give her a mock glare. “I’m the only hot guy you should remember.” She rolls her eyes. “Sure, sure… Wait!” She jumps up, shocked. “…is Azazel a supernatural too?” “Yes, Azazel is a demon.” She nods her head as if unsurprised. “It totally makes sense. I mean, no human man can be that gorgeous.” My eyes narrow. “Seriously?” She ignores my stare. “Well, are you going to call him or not?”

Chapter: 24 ****** The allure of power hung in the air as Azazel stood atop the highest pinnacle of Shivvara. His heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he clutched the scepter of authority, a symbol of his newfound kingship. He had fought fiercely, defeating his own father in an intense and grueling duel, to claim the Scepter. Now, with the weight of Shivvara on his shoulders, he embarked on a daring quest that would test not only his fighting skills but also the depths of his love and the true extent of his ambition.

Surely this was a mistake. “No, unfortunately it is not.” A deep guttural voice said behind him. The voice was chilling to say the least, what was more chilling was the eyes that peered back at him when he turned to verify it was who he thought. Azazel stood over 6ft tall, just like his twin Abaddon, he had midnight colored hair and crystal blue eyes. One would think they were pretty if they didn’t know what was hiding behind them. “You’re a long way from your kingdom, your majesty.” Daniel stuttered. Azazel was the only person Daniel feared. He was in charge of making sure Daniel knew the consequences of letting a soul slip through his fingers.

Azazel received a ping on his phone as soon as Han’s words left his mouth. “Come alone, Azazel,” Hans taunted, his voice laced with a deranged glee. “I know you know the truth about everything. They call you the destroyer in the underworld, don’t they? Let us see how much of a destroyer you are. Come and get your Athena, or else,” he chuckled maniacally, reveling in the havoc he anticipated to unleash.

NO WAY! “When Lucifer became rebellious to God, he influenced other angels to strike God and you are one of them… and you are one of the fallen angels but you’re in a second batch… Lucifer, Azmo, and Beel already reconcile” She said seriously and her eyeballs turned into a blazing fire again. That makes me not look at her. “And we are many?” I asked and she didn’t answer. She just nodded. “And how many are we?” I asked again to test her to convince me.

“About bloody time, you two showed up. I was starting to feel foolish standing here looking at the time on my cellphone like a wanker.” Kell gives him a wolfish smile and shrugs. “Sorry, bro.” He mutters with a not so sorry voice. Azazel gives him a withering glare. “Yeah, right, mate, sure you’re sorry.” He says with a sarcastic snicker. It’s strange to think about Azazel uncomfortable anywhere. He’s just such a large presence. The man is over six feet tall, with gold, blonde hair, and amber-colored eyes. He’s muscled and attractive. I mean, he can give a young Brad Pitt a run for his money with his movie-star looks. Today he’s wearing black jeans, a white Henley, steel-toed boots, and a bl